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Prologue: The Future of Our Past

Julia~

On Monday, Wednesday and Friday my classes at
Stanford University were from 8 am until noon. I liked the afternoons
free, plus it spaced out the final exams.

I didn't
have any classes with Ryan this semester and so we made a habit of meeting for lunch.
He had organic chem at two and we generally went to the student snack bar
on Fridays. Today my roommate, Ellie, asked to join, so we were meeting in
the cafeteria.

I searched the
crowd for the golden brown head I loved. Yes, loved. I'd
admitted it to myself about the second time I'd laid eyes on him. Ryan
was my best friend, my calm in the storm, my rock. We were pretty
much inseparable and depended on each other unconditionally. There wasn't a day
we hadn't seen each other since we met, other than the breaks when we each went
to our families and after that first year, we spent those together, too. He was gorgeous and brilliant and funny and sensitive. We
told each other everything, which was a blessing and a curse at times.

There were
easily 600 students milling around the large room filled with long tables, and the din was deafening. I longed for our usual booth in the snack bar. Sometimes I took my
books to study and he'd come back to get me after his last class.

Someone slammed into my shoulder as they made their way past, almost knocking me down and
slamming me into the brick wall on my right.

"Hey!"
I grunted as my shoulder exploded in pain. "Watch it, will ya?"
I almost dropped my backpack as my left hand moved to my injured
appendage.

The man was large and
oafish; his focus obviously on the food line. He looked back but didn't
say anything, just shot a look over his shoulder, but then stopped dead when he
ran into another person. This time knocked down when he came in
contact with the solid wall that was Ryan. A scowl was firmly in
place on his perfect face while he looked down on the larger man now sprawled
in front of him on the floor.

"Watch
where the fuck you're going, dickhead! Say you're sorry."

"Fuck off.
You ran into me," the downed man muttered.

"I didn't
mean to me, you stupid fuck. Her!" Ryan growled as he nodded
in my direction. "You smashed her into the Goddamn wall! She
could have been seriously hurt as you hauled your fat ass to the trough!"

I almost laughed
out loud and bit my lip as I looked on. Ryan stepped around the kid who
scrambled clumsily to his feet at the same time. The arm that came around my waist
was gentle, concern etched on Ryan's face. "Julia, are you
okay?" His hand ran over my hurt arm lightly.

"Yeah.
It was an accident," I said softy, the fingers of my other hand
curling into the fabric of the back of Ryan's navy blue button down.

"The hell
it was." I thrilled at the hard tone in Ryan's voice and his rush to come
to my aid. It swelled my heart even though I knew he was just being a
good friend. "Say you're sorry. Now!" he
commanded of the now flustered kid.

By now we'd
garnered the glances of several people.

"Look, I'm
really sorry." He was flushed and embarrassed. He was out of
shape, and Ryan was tall and strong. Even though smaller in weight, he
towered over the other man.

"Stop being
such a inconsiderate dipshit. Look at how little she is!" Ryan was still
pissed, and I longed to put the last few minutes behind us. My shoulder
throbbed, but I was over it.

I tugged on the
back of my best friend's shirt. "Come on. Let's find
Ellie," I pleaded. Ryan finally turned and lifted my backpack off of my
shoulder.

"Are
you sure you're okay? Can you move your shoulder?"

I rolled my eyes
and closed my fingers around his bare forearm. His shirt sleeves were
rolled up above the elbows and the soft covering of hair was like silk over the
strong muscles. My fingers weren't long enough to reach much more than
half way around. He hoisted my backpack up on his other shoulder next to
his own.

"I'm fine."

I noticed the
eyes on us as we navigated our way through the rows of tables searching for
Ellie; mostly female eyes. Women envied me, even hated me. I
was used to it by now, but was still conscious of every glare. Some of
them pretended to be my friend just to get closer to Ryan.

They envied me,
but I was jealous of the ones who knew what it was like to be held in his arms,
to feel kisses from his perfect mouth, to make love with him. We were
close, but there were holes that couldn't be filled without violating our
friendship; a friendship I wouldn’t risk.
I was so green, sometimes I couldn't stand it and worse, it was starting
to become a constant ache.

We spotted Ellie
on the far side, standing on one of the chairs waving her arms wildly.

"There she
is," Ryan pointed out.

I laughed at her
silliness. She was flamboyant and
didn't give a shit what anyone thought. Not that I tried to blend in, but
I didn’t make a spectacle of myself.

"Took you
long enough," Ellie grumbled as she plopped back down in her chair.

We each pulled
out a chair and Ryan dumped both backpacks in the one to my left while I
took the one between Ellie and him. "I got sidelined for a minute,
that's all, Ellie." I wrinkled my nose at the bowl in front of her.
Cottage cheese, raw broccoli and sunflower seeds. Ugh.

She stopped
eating and looked at me. "Why?"

"Some
dumbass plowed her into a wall."

"Ryan
knocked him down," I said flatly and started tracing imaginary circles on
the table with my index finger.

"No, I
didn't. He wasn't watching where he was going. I just didn't move
out of the way. Little bits of Newton's Laws are in there somewhere. Body in motion, outside force, mass," his eyebrows rose
in emphasis, "velocity, opposite and equal reaction. That's me. Outside force. Maybe a little more than equal reaction in
this case."

"You're
such a science snot," I shot back.

He laughed.
"That's why you love me." He moved a hand down the front
of his shirt as he sat back in his chair, smirking. "All this and
brains, too."

"Yeah.
And your incredible humility is what closes the deal." My tone was
deadpan and I stifled the urge to laugh but didn't quite get the job done.
His smile was brilliant, and it went all the way into his eyes, only
making him more mesmerizing. I soaked in every line of his face.

Ellie glanced
from one of us to the other, knowingly. "Aren't you guys eating?"

"Yep."
He got up and walked away leaving Ellie and me sitting at the table.

"What about
you?" Ellie nudged me slightly.

"Ryan will
bring me something."

"But, you
didn't tell him what to get."

I shrugged.
"Whatever he picks will be fine."

"You guys are like Siamese twins. We should go to The Mill tonight. A bunch
of people were talking about it in my fashion merchandising class. It
sounds like fun."

"Okay.
Sure." The Mill was a medium-sized college bar with a DJ and
dancing. It was always packed to the gills.

"Hey,
girly." I looked up to find Jason Milner hovering over us.
"Are you done with that assignment for Jelinek's class?"

It was an
international marketing class in which we had to research culture from another
country, write a paper on it and then in the second half of the semester we
would write another to market a product pointing out the differences in process
due to culture.

"Hmmph!"
I scoffed. "Yeah, right. That isn't due for two weeks.
You?"

"Not yet.
I thought we could work on it together."

I bristled in my
chair at his obvious advances. "Uh...we have different countries,
Jason, so that would be impossible."

"Yeah, but
Julia..." Jason began. He was good looking with dark hair and bright
blue eyes. A striking combination that most women were drawn to, but I
was immune. One, because when he opened his mouth it completely erased
his charm and two, Ryan.

Ryan returned
with a tray full of sandwiches, chips, fruit and cookies. He set a bottle
of green tea in front of me and looked pointedly at Jason.

"Excuse me,
man, but you're occupying my space."

"Your space?"
Jason asked sarcastically. "Your name's not on her, Matthews.
Besides we're talking academics." I flushed at the
implications, but smiled at what happened next.

Ryan burst out
laughing, over-exaggerating it by holding his stomach and wiping an imaginary
tear from his eye.

"Hahahaha!
That's the funniest thing I've heard all day, dude! Seriously,
that's a good one!" Ryan openly mocked and then glanced down at me to
check if I really wanted to talk to Jason. I shook my head a fraction of an
inch. The look of trepidation in my eyes was all Ryan needed.
"But, your ass is still in my
space."

Jason stood to
go, but hesitated as Ryan sat down and started doling out food. He held up some strawberries and looked at
me. I nodded and he set them down in front of me and then took one and
popped it in his own mouth. He picked up half of one of the sandwiches
and traded with the other one, so we both had part of each. None of it
went unnoticed by the man now standing over us.

"I guess I'll see you in class, Julia."

"Okay,"
I answered back.

Jason moved to a table near us and sat with
another guy. I could feel his eyes
boring into my back as I began to eat the lunch that Ryan laid out in front of
me.

"So? The
Mill tonight?" Ellie asked again.

I nodded,
picking up the sandwich. "Sure. You up for it, Ryan?"

"Uh, can't
tonight, but you should go have fun."

I waited for a
reason, but he said nothing, instead concentrating on his lunch. I
noticed the occasional glance out of his peripheral vision at Jason who
continued to look on with interest, while Ellie and I made the plans for the
evening.

I had that
sinking feeling which had become like ESP every time Ryan had a date. My
heart fell.

"Julia!"
Ellie broke me out of my thoughts. "So, we'll shop this afternoon
and get something hot to wear for tonight."

I tried to lift
the corners of my mouth in the start of a smile, but didn't quite make it and
so contented myself with a nod.

"Ryan, is
Aaron going out with you? If so, we'll call Jen to see if she wants to
come along." Ellie was brilliant. She knew I needed the answer
even if I hadn’t told her how I really felt.

The food in my
mouth suddenly turned to cardboard and I put the remainder of the sandwich down
on the plate and turned to him. "Is it a secret or are you going to
tell us what you're up to tonight?" I asked, trying to lace my voice
with a lightness that I didn't feel.

"I have a
date with Samantha Cosen." He appeared uncomfortable, shifting
uneasily in his chair as his eyes met mine. I remembered her. She
was pretty and he'd gone out with her a time or two before. I figured
that was a done deal since he hadn't pursued her further. I couldn't
help the way it hurt...just like it did every time he spent his time with
someone else.

"Oh."
I picked up my drink and searched my brain for a way to bury the way my
heart was pounding inside my chest. My throat started to close, and I
wanted to get out of there before my emotions got the better of me. I
pushed the food away and gathered up my backpack off the chair.

"Will I see
you after class? Should I meet you in the student
union?" Ryan's blue eyes questioned, his brows dropping over his
eyes slightly. He was puzzled by the sudden change in my demeanor,
disappointment evident on his face.

"Um, I
don't think so. I have to study awhile before Ellie and I shop."
I slung the bag over my shoulder. "What time Ellie?"

"I'm done
now. Are you sure you have to study? It's Friday, Julia."

I sighed in
relief, grateful that she would exit the cafeteria with me. "Yeah.
You're right. I'll just need to
drop off my stuff."

She smiled
brightly and stood up. "Me, too. See you later, Ryan."
She started to put her dishes back on her tray and I took some leftovers
off mine and stacked them alongside.

"I can take
care of that, Jules. Don't worry about it," Ryan murmured.

I somehow
managed to smile at him. "I got it. Talk to you
tomorrow." I nudged his shoulder with my uninjured one because I
couldn't help myself. I hated it when we had any sort of distance between
us and this was my cross to bear. It wasn't his fault I was in love with
him so I shouldn't punish him for it.

"Call you
later?" he asked hopefully.

"Yeah. If I don't answer, I'm out and didn't hear
the phone but I'll call you back."

He nodded as
Ellie and I turned to make our way to empty the tray and then out of cafeteria.

*****

Ellie was disappointed, even pissed that I changed my
mind. I didn't feel up to going out, even though it was probably in my
best interest.

My heart hurt
and I didn't feel strong enough to put on a happy face. Even for
her.

I wandered
aimlessly around the apartment after she left, wrapping my arms around myself
and trying not to cry. I didn't want to watch TV, I didn't want to study.
I tried to eat a sandwich, but it tasted like dust in my mouth and I
ended up throwing three-quarters of it in the trash. The clock on
the cable box blurred in front of my eyes as I starred at it for what seemed
like hours. My throat tightened in protest and the huge hole in my chest
expanded.

Ryan.

I closed my eyes
and pressed my head back into the cushions, trying not to let the tears that
threatened to choke me, spill over. I gave it a good fight, swallowing
the pain over and over until I couldn't take it anymore. My lips started
to tremble and the fat tears that were building in my eyes, fell in two heavy
drops down my cheeks as a soft sob broke from my chest and erupted into the
room.

I tumbled over
on the couch and pulled my knees up, wrapping my arms around them, hoping that
if I could keep the shaking sobs from becoming more pronounced, I could somehow
manage to contain the misery I was feeling. Epic fail.

My eyes squeezed
shut, forcing the tears to push out even faster. Why did it hurt so
fucking bad? I knew when the sun came up; he'd call and probably come
over. I'd see him and nothing would come of his date with this woman.
I knew it. Yet every time, I was in literal hell. It
was getting worse as time wore on. It was to the point I couldn't breathe
and I was barely able to keep it to myself.

I wanted him to
be with me. I wanted him to kiss and touch and make love with me.
Jealousy burned with the desperation and despair that ate away at my
insides. Finally, I just gave in to the torrent of tears and cried my
heart out.

Ryan,
please don't make love to her. Please, it kills me.
I'm the one who loves you. I'm the ONE.

The words
replayed over and over inside my head as I silently begged the man I loved to
see me for who I was. My heart knew that no one would ever love him this
much. It wasn't possible.

Seconds, minutes
or hours passed. I wasn't sure how long I laid there crying in the
darkness. Finally my sobs ebbed to a slow stream from the corners of my
eyes, leaving wet trails down the side of my face to pool into the poor pillow
beneath my head.

My eyes felt so
tired. At least the crying exhausted me so maybe I'd be able to sleep.
Sleep; my one true place of solace. If I was lucky enough not to dream...

I pushed myself into a sitting position.
It was dark and the clock read just after eleven. Not even midnight yet. I stood and
walked to the kitchen to find some candles and get some water. My sore
eyes couldn't take the full blown light, but I felt the need to draw.

My secret saved
me on nights like this. Over the years, I’d drawn his image over and over
again. A world I created where he belonged only to me; my beautiful,
perfect Ryan; gorgeous, yes, but brilliant and giving, funny and warm. I
needed him like I needed air to breathe. No matter how many times my head tried
to deny it, the truth rocked me to the core.

I moved around
the room lighting the candles and then to the drawing table. I pulled out
a piece of the expensive linen paper I saved for his portraits and my charcoal
pencils. I sat there for a moment, staring at the blank page, my fingers
running lovingly along its starkness while the image I would put down formed in
my mind.

When his
features began to materialize on the page in front of me, calm finally settled.
I inhaled so deeply I thought my lungs would burst as my right hand drew
the outline of his face, the strong jaw, the crooked smirk on those full lips
that I loved.

Ryan~It was a nice spring night and I was sitting across
from a beautiful woman at a casual Italian restaurant near campus. Maybe
the moon was out and a soft breeze rustled the leaves of the trees that were
situated around the patio where we were sitting. There could have been a
conversation going on and a waiter may have been by with an appetizer and fresh
drinks.

Maybe.

My eyes
skittered over the smooth expanse of creamy skin visible above the low cut
neckline of the red blouse of my dinner companion, but I wasn't really seeing
her. I tried to shake myself back into reality and concentrate on her
words.

"Ryan? Are
you with me?" My eyes met hers briefly and I forced the corners of
my mouth to lift in a wry smile. I'd met her in chemistry when Professor
Jannis assigned lab partners. I think it was sometime during the first
semester of my sophomore year.

Since then, I'd
seen her at parties, had a couple more classes with her and we might have even
screwed once; I couldn't remember. I grimaced slightly at the thought.
She was a nice girl; intelligent, with a taut body and beautiful
features. Very beautiful, but the problem was; none of that
mattered in the slightest. She wasn't the woman I wanted to be spending
this evening with...or any evening, for that matter.

I found myself
longing for long, flowing chestnut locks instead of shoulder length blonde
hair; warm green eyes and not icy blue ones. Those deep green eyes saw
right through me, let me be me and disparaged me whenever I doubted
myself. I tried to swallow, but it felt like something stuck in my
throat. Whatever it was; physically hurt. My repeated attempts to
push it down were pointless and I resisted the urge to claw at my neck with my
hand.

What
in the hell am I doing here?

My heart pounded
in my chest, a slight sheen of perspiration broke out on the surface of my
forehead, while my fingers itched to pull out my phone and check for a call.
I must have, because I found myself staring down at the blank screen and
blinking several times to try to change the image. My heart dropped into
my stomach.

Well,
what did you expect, asshole? She
knew I had a date tonight and Ellie planned a girls’ night out at one of the
campus hang-outs. She was bright with an effervescent personality that
drew people to her. She was fun and exciting and she thought about shit
like I did. She had opinions and they were solid. Wherever she was,
she'd be surrounded by people clamoring to get some of her time. She
wasn't just beautiful, she was incredible. She was good.
People flocked to her. Men didn't just want to fuck her.
They wanted to know her and that fact scared the shit out of me.
I was terrified that some nameless guy would sweep in and try to replace
me in her life.

Julia.
Her name reverberated in my brain
and shivered through my soul. Who was I fucking kidding with this shit? I ran a hand through my hair and sat back in the chair,
praying that the evening would end so I could check on her.

Where was she and what
was she doing? Was she home? Would she be alone?
I couldn't shut off my mind and I was tormented with not knowing.
The tightness in my chest got worse and I sucked in a deep breath in a
desperate attempt to keep from suffocating.

My thoughts were consumed with her more
and more lately, but still trying to tell myself that she was my best friend.
I tried to shake it again, but nothing I did could change my feelings.
Nothing. My eyes roamed the restaurant and longingly passed
over the front entrance; the portal for my escape.

I knew that I
needed to get my head on straight, but my heart wasn't listening. My body
wasn't listening. I was fucking consumed, day and night. When I was
away from her, I couldn't wait to get back to her and when I was with her, I
was dying to touch her. And her mouth...Jesus, I wanted to taste that
mouth. I was starving to finally kiss her.

"Ryan!"
This time the voice was irritated and it was another mouth speaking.
I forced my blurry eyes to focus on her face. It didn't matter that
I wanted to bolt for the door or it felt like my fucking skin was crawling off
of my body. I was here and I owed it to Samantha to get through the
evening.

"Uh, sorry,
Sam. What were you saying?" I flushed guiltily and tried to carry on
the most basic conversation, hoping she would want the end of the evening as
badly as I did. She prattled on and on about mind-numbing bullshit that I
couldn’t recall five minutes later.

Somehow I made
it through the next two hours, but the last few minutes were the worst.
I'd peeled the girl off of me when I'd taken her home, telling her the
food made me feel ill so I could make a hasty retreat. She was
disappointed, she wanted more, but it was impossible. It couldn't happen.
I just couldn't do it anymore. Something had happened to change me.
No longer could I act on instinct and pure animal need. Someone
had happened, and that someone was all I could think about.

I was such a
fucking coward.

Tell
the fucking truth, for God's sake! Just admit it! You're
head-over-heels in love with your best friend. Be a man. Make her see you for more than her friend.

I'd known it for
years, but somehow admitting it put the relationship we had at risk, teetering
on the precipice of uncertainty. And, I wasn't willing to risk the
fall...I wasn't willing to risk the loss. I'd been forcing myself
to continue with business as usual, but was precariously close to slipping up
on so many occasions; so often almost touching her face, pressing into her when
we hugged goodbye or spilling my guts on the floor at her feet. All of
that was dangerous.

We knew each
other inside and out. Julia and I didn't have secrets...except for how
crazy in love with her I was and how desire and jealousy were eating me alive.
One thing I was sure of, I did not want to lose her. I needed her.
She was everything and I...well, I was seriously screwed.

I sighed deeply
as my fingers tightened around the steering wheel of my car. I realized
that I was sitting in front of the apartment building where Julia shared a
place with Ellie, but without any memory of how in the hell I'd gotten there.

I glanced up at
the second story window of their living room and there was a low flickering
light. Candles. I closed
my eyes as my heart constricted. I knew she had boyfriends but it never
got any easier. In my mind and heart, she belonged to me and the thought
of anyone else touching her ate away at my insides like acid. I'd never
touched her like that, but still, it was killing me that anyone else would.
That she would allow it or want it was more than I could bear thinking
about.

The clock on my
dash said 11:32 pm. Before I knew it, I was bounding up the stairs three
at a time until I was standing, heart pounding, on the outside of the oak door
that led to Julia's apartment. I couldn't hear voices but there was music
filtering softly through the walls. My fists clenched at my sides in
protest.

I'd seen that
bastard, Jason Milner, ogling Julia in the cafeteria when she and Ellie were
discussing their plans for the evening. He'd known where they were going
even though he wasn't part of the conversation.

My hand hovered
over the door and I dropped it.

"Fuck,
Matthews. Make a decision," I muttered under my breath and then let
my fist connect with the wood three times before I could change my mind.

"Julia,
it's me." I waited and heard some rustling behind the door. Please
let her be alone. "Julia?"

The chain
rattled on the other side of the door as she struggled to open it, and finally
the door flung open. She was standing in front of me, her eyes wide and
questioning, her hair messed up, without make-up.

"What are
you doing here? I thought you had plans…." Confusion flitted
across her features.

My eyes soaked
in the site of her. Her hair was in a knot on the top of her head and she
was wearing pink and blue striped pajama pants and a white wife beater. I
tried to ignore the expanse of bare skin and her hip bones that were showing
above the waistband of the pajamas. Her top was skimpy and the obvious
lack of bra was harder to avoid. My body reacted and I shoved my hands
into the front pockets of my jeans.

I didn't wait
for an invitation and brushed by, my eyes scanning the apartment for any
evidence of a man's presence. There was a glass of wine sitting on her
art table, but no other. I smiled in relief and then turned back toward
her.

"Uh, crash
and burn." I readily dismissed the subject and noticed the candle
burning on the end table by the couch. It was the only light. The
music was recognizable, a compilation she'd done of Sara Barelies, Sia and a
few other softer artists. "It's awfully cozy in here. Am I
interrupting something?"

Her eyes
narrowed as she hesitated momentarily before shaking her head and closing the
door. Her head cocked and I noticed her hair was damp on one side of her
face; her eyes were red-rimmed and swollen.
Her hand came out to rest briefly on the front of my shirt as she
passed.

The familiar
electricity shot through me at her touch and the sweet coconut scent of her
shampoo enveloped me. I longed to take her hand and press it into the
muscles on my abdomen, to feel her fingers spread out over my body. I
never wanted her to stop touching me but I was anxious about the obvious signs
of her tears. I grabbed her hand in mine and stared intently down into
her face.

“I
was just drawing and trying to relax. Are you hungry? Do you want
some wine?"

"Wine,
sure. Are you okay? Have you been crying, Julia?" I felt
my skin flush with heat at what her tears might mean. "Did you go
out with Ellie? Did Milner bother you at the bar? I knew he'd show
up there. Did he...touch you?
Julia, tell me!”

She smiled but
went about the business of pouring me a glass of wine.

"No,
Matthews. It's sweet of you to worry, but relax. I just....I
didn't feel like going out tonight." She lifted her right shoulder
in a half-assed shrug. "My uh...allergies are bothering me."
She handed me the glass and we both moved into the living room. Something
felt off. She was fidgeting slightly which wasn't like her.

"Do you
need me to run out and get you some medicine? I wouldn’t mind."
Julia walked to the art table and began to put her things away with her back
to me.

"I'm okay,
Ryan, thank you. It's early. What
happened on your date?" She was still putting her drawings into her
black portfolio, setting it on the floor, up against the table leg, when she
finished. I couldn't see her expression but the tone in her voice was
hesitant.

"Nothing." I shrugged. "Just...wasn't
interested, I guess. And..." I sat down on the couch and
kicked off my shoes. I didn't have to ask. If I wanted to crash
here for the rest of the night, Julia would allow it.

"And?"

"And, I wanted to
make sure you were okay. I was worried Milner would bother you. He practically licked your skin today and I know
what kind of man he is. Aaron told me he's a user. I don't trust
him and I don't want to see you get hurt." That was the truth, but
there was more. I can't bear the thought of him touching you. He's
filth. "I don't want you near him, okay? Just stay away
from him. There are plenty of other guys to...date."

She finally sat
at the other end of the couch and pulled her knees under her. Sipping
from her glass, she watched me over the rim, letting her eyebrows raise in
question.

"Giving me
orders now?" she asked.

"Yes."
I smirked at her and she laughed out loud. All was right with my world.
"Taking orders now?"

"In this
only, because I agree he's a sleaze. Just don't get used to it," she
admonished with a teasing lilt.

I chuckled as I
relaxed. It was so like Julia to put me at ease. "I won't. But
stay the fuck away from him," I said again.

We both sobered
as we looked into each other's eyes and I was aching. She looked so soft and inviting, her mouth
dropped open slightly and my breath rushed from my lungs. I wanted to
reach out and touch her, to sink into her softness, to kiss her. I'd wanted
it for years ...wanted it so badly I burned with it. My eyes dropped to
her mouth and I couldn't tear them away from those sweet lips. She licked
them once and then her top teeth appeared, biting down on the lower one.

"Why?" She looked at me for a
few seconds more, her eyes intent on mine and I wondered if she could feel the
same pull that I did. She threw down the challenge and waited, daring me
to tell her the truth. Knowing me like she did, I was certain she knew
that I was in love with her. How could she not know? I gravitated
to her like the tide to the moon, but like me, she never said a word about it.

"I don't
want him...touching you." The
admission was ripped from inside my chest before I could stop it. I tried
to recover by sitting back a little and reaching for the wine glass again.
I cleared my throat. "Uh, he's not good enough for you."

"Who
is?" she asked softly.

I knew that if I
didn't say something fast, I was going to give in to the need and while the
thought thrilled me, I was concerned what the next day would bring.
"Exactly."

She looked down
at her glass and nodded ever so slightly. Did she understand how consumed
I was, that I couldn't take anyone being with her, save me? The skin on
her cheeks infused with a rosy blush as the uncomfortable silence hung between
us like a storm. She was so fucking gorgeous, she took my breath away.

"Do you
feel like watching a movie with me?"

"Of course.
HBO or DVD?" she asked softly.

"It doesn't
matter. Anything." I grabbed
the remote from the coffee table as she settled in next to me.

"You
choose."

We weren't
touching, but I could feel her in the air around me, her scent soaking into my
skin. Contentment settled over me like a
blanket, the heat radiating between us. My body relaxed next to hers and
I could breathe easily for the first time all evening. It was as I needed it to be. She was
right here. With me and no one
else.

I love this! I would love to read the books, but as I live in Norway i don't think its possible! Been trying to buy them on eBook but it didn't work because i have to live in the US. Do you know where else I could possible buy your books?

did you try to buy the book off smash word? http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/212622 i live in the uk and i had no problem buying to book from them and it's available in all sort of format. i hope it helps.

Hi Olin,The books are available on Book Depository, and all amazon (worldwide) and Barnes and Noble websites, Kobo.com and on smashwords. Do you have an ereader or were you needing the print books. You can download the free kindle app from apple and then you can read on your computer if you purchase the kindle version. The paperback is available where ever the eBooks are sold as well.